Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Yemen and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Visage,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Average White Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.